Chapter 1505: Wanted by All Races

Where was he? Ye Chen's sudden disappearance stirred up the Kunpeng Clan, leaving many people stunned and unable to process it. A living person had vanished right before their eyes, in full view of everyone.

Instinctively, Kunpeng Huang and the various Great Saints turned their gazes toward Kunpeng Laozu. Their own cultivation levels were not deep enough to discern the truth, but as a Quasi-Emperor, he should know what had happened.

Kunpeng Laozu's face was extremely dark. As a Quasi-Emperor, he had been outmaneuvered by a Saint, and this had occurred within the Kunpeng Clan itself, even with an Emperor Weapon present.

It was a massive humiliation, an utter disgrace. Kunpeng Laozu gritted his teeth in fury. The Kunpeng Clan had never suffered such a loss before—allowing a Saint to infiltrate and abduct the Kunpeng Taizi right under their noses.

"Father, what exactly happened?"

"An unforeseen turn of events." Kunpeng Laozu replied coldly. "I underestimated the Ancient Sacred Body. Don't hold out hope for mercy from him. Select a new heir apparent."

"Select a new heir apparent?" Kunpeng Huang's body trembled, his face turning pale.

"The heir apparent has met with disaster, the mines have been destroyed, clan members have been killed, and the Kunpeng Clan has been shamed. As the emperor, you bear undeniable responsibility." Kunpeng Laozu snorted coldly, his voice carrying the supreme authority of a Quasi-Emperor and clan ancestor. "It's all because of your indulgence, allowing him to commit such heinous acts and provoke a foe we shouldn't have crossed. If he dies this time, it's his own fault and well-deserved."

With that, Kunpeng Laozu abruptly turned and stepped into the immortal mountain. A faint voice echoed behind him, addressed to the Kunpeng Grand Elder: "In the name of the Kunpeng Clan, notify the Ten Thousand Clans and issue the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order. I want to see how the Sacred Body escapes the South Domain."

"As you command." The Kunpeng Grand Elder bowed immediately, though his heart trembled. He knew all too well what the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order entailed—it was never used lightly, but when it was, it shook the world.

Kunpeng Laozu had departed, but the atmosphere in front of the immortal mountain remained oppressive. Many elders stared at Kunpeng Huang, whose face was deathly pale, filled with self-reproach, regret, and anger.

As the emperor of the Kunpeng Clan, he was indeed at fault. His leniency had led to the deaths of clan members and brought shame to the Kunpeng Clan. This was all retribution; they had it coming.

It was his own doing, many Kunpeng elders thought coldly. These were elders who had lost close relatives in the calamity. If not for the Kunpeng Taizi, they would all still be alive and well.

Of course, many other elders sighed. Though the Kunpeng Taizi was arrogant, overbearing, and lawless, his bloodline was unmatched among his peers in the Kunpeng Clan.

Unlike the elders, the various Kunpeng princes had bright, eager eyes.

The Kunpeng Taizi was likely doomed, giving them all a chance to become the heir apparent. Far from feeling sorrow, they were openly thrilled at this golden opportunity.

It was a bitter irony. If Kunpeng Huang knew what his children were thinking, he might explode in rage and strike them all down—one bunch of heartless, ungrateful wretches.

The Kunpeng Grand Elder glanced around one last time before turning and leaving to contact the Ten Thousand Clans in the South Domain.

Meanwhile, at Mount Tai in the South Domain, the crowds were still thronging, but everyone's expressions were ones of bewilderment.

No wonder—they had been watching Ye Chen's clone count the ransom, only for him to disappear without a trace.

Yes, vanished without warning. The bound Kunpeng Clan members disappeared with him, and the ransom naturally returned to his true self.

The Great Saints of the Kunpeng Clan atop Mount Tai quickly retreated to their clan, dismantling the heaven-sealing barrier. The armies of Kunpeng cultivators surrounding the mountain also withdrew.

"What in the world is this?" Someone scratched his head, looking amused and awkward. They had come all this way for the spectacle, only for the main act to vanish, leaving the audience in an embarrassing situation.

"I've done a quick divination—the Kunpeng Clan has been duped." The old folks started playing the mystics again. "Seeing the Kunpeng Clan get played like this brings me great satisfaction. This trip was definitely worth it."

"What's that?" Amid the discussions, someone pointed toward the hazy void in the sky. The remark made everyone who was about to leave instinctively look up at the emptiness.

What they saw was the void filled with raging thunder, like a heavenly tribulation. Nine massive thunder dragons leaped through the lightning, forming a colossal stone stele that resembled an Emperor Weapon, suppressing the heavens.

"The Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order." Upon seeing the stele, many people's faces changed, as if they understood its profound implications. It was a supreme decree, an existence of ultimate authority.

"What's the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order?" The younger cultivators didn't understand and turned to the older ones. Judging by the elders' reactions, they could tell the stele was no ordinary thing.

"This wanted order is issued jointly by nine clans that possess hidden Emperor Weapons, with no fewer than five thousand clans participating. You've probably heard of the Swallowing Heaven Demon Venerable—there was once a Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order issued because of him. He died as a result, which led to the Red Lotus Female Emperor burning the eight desolate regions and slaying the gods."

"There's such a hidden secret?" Exclamations of surprise erupted everywhere. "But who is being targeted this time? It's caused such a massive stir that they've even brought out the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order—what a grand scale."

"No matter who it is, this will be supreme glory for them." An old man with a hunched back stroked his beard. "Throughout history, anyone who triggered the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order has been a legendary figure of their era."

"The Sacred Body will not die, and the Ten Thousand Clans will not rest." Amid the thousands of surprised voices, a cold proclamation echoed through the nine heavens, its source unknown but carrying supreme authority that spread across the South Domain.

As soon as the words were spoken, people all around felt a sense of daze. "The Sacred Body is still alive?"

"The Ten Thousand Clans are specifically targeting Ye Chen, so clearly, the Ancient Sacred Body must still be alive."

"So many experts couldn't kill him. The Ancient Sacred Body is truly defying heaven!"

"No need to say it—the Golden Crow incident and the Kunpeng incident must both be connected to the Sacred Body." Many stroked their chins. "The one clashing with those two clans is probably Ye Chen, the Sacred Body."

"This time, the Sacred Body has truly enraged those two clans, enough for them to invoke the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order."

"Surviving the Four Emperors Heavenly Tribulation and now evading a Ten Thousand Clans hunt—he deserves this level of glory."

"There's even more shocking news." A mysterious figure spoke quietly. "I just received word that when ransoming the prisoners, the Sacred Body infiltrated the Kunpeng Clan and abducted the Kunpeng Taizi."

"Damn." Everyone present cursed collectively, the revelation sending a shiver through the crowd.

What kind of existence was the Kunpeng Clan? It had a Quasi-Emperor overseeing it and an Extreme Dao Emperor Weapon suppressing the heavens. Even a Quasi-Emperor wouldn't dare set foot there lightly, yet a Saint had sneaked in undetected.

This news was indeed earth-shattering. To abduct the Kunpeng Taizi right in front of an Emperor Weapon and a Quasi-Emperor—everyone was left wondering how Ye Chen had pulled it off. It was an act against the heavens.

"Use the Sacred Body's head to honor my son's spirit in the afterlife!" The Golden Crow Clan let out a thunderous roar, immediately lifting their self-sealing grand array. Waves of figures flew out of their immortal mountain.

Golden Crow Huang was furious and led the charge personally. If not for the message from the Kunpeng Clan, he wouldn't have known that Ye Chen, the Sacred Body, was still alive and had plotted against the Golden Crow Clan, killing their heir apparent.

Thus, when the Kunpeng Clan summoned the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order, he agreed without hesitation. He halted their self-sealing array and even disturbed their ancestor, bringing him out of seclusion.

Golden Crow Laozu was even more enraged, wielding an Emperor Weapon as he emerged from the immortal mountain, shocking everyone around.

These days, he had been in deep slumber, only to awaken to such turmoil. As a Quasi-Emperor and the Golden Crow Clan's ancestor, how could he tolerate this? He didn't hesitate to activate the Emperor Weapon.

The Kunpeng Clan followed suit, with great commotion. Kunpeng Huang led the team, accompanied by countless Great Saints, and Kunpeng Laozu emerged from the immortal mountain wielding an Emperor Artifact, his divine might sweeping across the land.

Like these two clans, many others in the South Domain lifted their self-sealing arrays. Just as people had said, no fewer than five thousand clans participated. Besides the Kunpeng and Golden Crow, seven major clans with Extreme Dao Emperor Weapons were involved, each with their emperors leading and ancestors personally wielding the Emperor Weapons as they took to the skies.

These clans all had grudges against Ye Chen and had been in the process of self-sealing. But upon hearing that the Ancient Sacred Body was still alive, they were like warriors injected with adrenaline.

It was all because Ye Chen's potential was too immense. His future achievements made the Ten Thousand Clans wary. If they didn't nip him in the bud, he would become a catastrophe in the years to come—a disaster of epic proportions.

Looking down from above, the skies and lands were filled with countless figures. The clans involved in the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order had clear divisions of labor: one group guarded the ancient teleportation formations in the cities, while another scoured the heavens and earth.

This massive operation left onlookers terrified and on edge. No one dared stay outside; they all hurried home. The Ten Thousand Clans were thoroughly provoked, adopting a do-or-die stance. Who would dare provoke them?

"Just a single Saint-level figure has triggered the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order." On a mountain peak, Xuanwu Wang stood tall, stroking his beard, even his Quasi-Emperor composure unable to hide his astonishment and admiration.

"Throughout history, those who provoke the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order are truly no ordinary beings." Qinglong Wang, Baihu Wang, Zhuque Wang, and Qilin Wang all clicked their tongues in amazement. "The Sacred Body is defying heaven!"

"It's quite surprising that he dared to infiltrate the Kunpeng Clan and abduct the Kunpeng Taizi." Shengyuan Laozu, Kuiniu Laozu, and Wuxiong Laozu had gathered together, grinning and shaking their heads in disbelief.

"In terms of audacity, our seventh brother takes the crown." The Little Ape Emperor and his group were there too, speaking with deep emphasis, their words laced with meaning. The events of these days had been one thrill after another.

"This time, he must have avenged you." In the Peacock Clan's immortal mountain, the Peacock Saint Master looked at the Peacock Grand Princess with a pang of heartache. The Kunpeng Taizi had wronged her, and as her father, he hadn't been able to seek justice. But this other son-in-law had stepped up, boldly raiding the Kunpeng Clan.

The Peacock Grand Princess remained deranged, muttering to herself. Only when she heard that the Kunpeng Taizi had been abducted by Ye Chen did she show a moment of clarity, though it quickly turned to foolish laughter, her eyes tearful and hazy.

Peacock Daming Wang stood at the mountain peak, gazing into the distance. He sighed, shaking his head with a smile. Though he had confidence in Ye Chen, he was also filled with worry. As a Quasi-Emperor, he knew all too well the terror of the Ten Thousand Clans Wanted Order. Even the Swallowing Heaven Demon Venerable from ancient times hadn't escaped it—how could a Saint-level Ye Chen?